May the New Year find you singing, like the Songbird!
The songbird sings her song this morn; she does not know about the new month, the new year, she simply sings, for a new day is here.
Tag: nature poetry
Today is a good day to give thanks. I am thankful for YOU, dear reader! Wishing you a bit of stillness, and the blessings of gratitude, today and every day.
Happy Thanksgiving!
there's a stillness this morning the sparrows are hushed as if waiting for humanity to arise in thanksgiving
A poem about gray skies and foggy days…
no sun this morning only grayness thickened with fog yet in the dreariness the roosters are crowing birds are twittering chattering welcoming this day it matters not that the leaves lie soggy and dead it matters not that the sky forgot to be blue the whiteness of the fog is simply a wedding veil to be lifted at the right moment for morning's kiss
What can we become, day after day? This is what happened to me when I developed a daily walking habit.
Day after day I've become the warm sun I've become the blue sky I've learned how to fly
A poem for when you need to slow down and breathe.
This Magnificent Wild it's not far not far at all look up follow the pines the scent is on the wind one more step, my friend over the threshold and into the wild flowers of gold carefree as a child there is more to life than hustle and rush listen to the wind hear the sacred hush feel your own presence gentle and mild embrace the pace of this magnificent wild
May this poem lift you up and allow you to find beauty and perspective in every storm.
Oh, the beauty the power the majesty in the arms of a summer storm! Let it lift you high above yourself let it show you something bigger wider larger than life let it give you the joy of seeing knowing witnessing being alive! Let it change you rearrange you broaden your perspective let it recharge you refresh you and finally let it bless you as it sets you down to earth.
Nature Poem For Sky Lovers, Cloud Watchers, and Those Who Wish to Break Free of Confines
Bring me the openness of the sky. Bless my feeble attempts at life. If I withdraw folding myself smaller and smaller like a wilted flower in a windowless box, plant me deep in the warm soil and let me rise arms open wide breathing free beyond confines. Let my song rise like a prayer. Let me live in the open air.
Morning shrouds herself in a soft haze, blurring the line between earth and sky. The sun hides behind a gauzy veil, silhouette visible like a glow-ball on the dimmest setting. Mysteries hover above the dewy fields... could be fairy wings or fallen stars or the breath of angels passing by. My heart is lifted by the morning mysteries, reminding me that each day is perfect in itself.
